Luyện nghe bài hát Live From the D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show

*after 2 of talking*

Yo so get the mic burned, open it up

[Black
Yes I, it out
It's like, you to the musician
Umbilicle mic, my syllable strikes ya
I take you through a of thought, wit no support
Now you got caught off guard, by the number one for the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically for feelin this, Black Thought yo the assisted
By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be valid
Disasterous, the master just this, for the listener
Black Thought yo, while I the
Styles, from the artist, strokes of lyrical darkness, enter the style
Severin rooms like apartments, ill flavor
I'm a skyscraper by
Down wit my one neighbor, Common
>From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin,
Off the top-a, the dome don-datta Mr. Trotter
Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC's, on the line of this to rhyme
So I'm just gon' set go wit mine, rewind, check it out

I persue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's
Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw theirs
On Knotts I Landed, players get played like
nice, taken for granted like life
I write twice and drop singles in record
Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop
Rhymin big words and not sayin
The click that you came in wit, the you flavor whipped
I got my nigga Tariq, I it in the middle of the week
is weak an' and I start to speakin
Niggas start to leakin, my Derek D an'
I'm foreseein the future, funky for beings
Like I was the Biz Mark, I the noise iller
Com Sense'll be the killer, I spill a
Little bit of to a MC who need a new producer
Got my nigga in the spot and I rock like crack
I'm to attack, Thoughts is Black
Niggas understand the intelligence and to this rhyme
I Stretch a nigga all across the like I was Bobbito or Armstrong
Com's keep goin, I start the holdin
My flowin is turnin to
The birth is comin through, listenin to cut old school
?Tremblin when it came the shoot?

[Pharoahe
(Pharoahe) Yeah yeah (Pharoahe) yeah
(Pharoahe) yeah yo
Always beginnin em, forever blendin them, bendin em and again
Sendin em back, lettin em know that wages
Subliminally befriending em for criminal
Mics I chop like Florida State wit criminal facts
And ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax
It'll be tight but only this, what nigga swears the nicest
Just because he got rhyme of the twice
Four mic devices, the gem star the shit slices
and dices, Absolute
Absolute uh, uh, Absolute uh (kill it)

Yes, the microphone
My words enlight your dome
I'm quick to strike your home just like Capone
N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orrator will slaughter
Still waitin for the beat to in, I'm dangerous like Satan
Eatin bacon in front of a Muslim, battle you and your cousin
the beef for black attack
When I, yes to subtract the wack
When I go from to track, bouncin in the mounds and coutin
Flowin like water from a when I deliver
water from a river makin you shiver
That's for sore, the rippin ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get
catch a ill reflection from listenin too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's gettin clearer, outta the era

[Black
It's like this, we keep you open a parachute
Took a shot of hip hop, Absolute
For my man from the House of
And turn it out, aiyyo I always do, what I'ma bout ta
Do I show you a style and throw
For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle
I'm the style and you inferior
Let me adjust my so you can hear me ta--
Bust the, microphone
Pure skills, but it, all of a sudden
MC's just start to studdered the rap style
Hey yo let me rewind check it out, it out
Well it's the, deranged style that change formats and
I swarm like killa bees for feelin fantasies
MC's throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth
Aiyyo it's this, my song thump your preference
You can never attempt to reach that where my is
Black Thought competitives, off the dome top
Yo my stop, my man Com just drop

And don't halt, I guess it was my
I came through thick like a malt, tried to pour salt
But never knew the flavor, my is accented from Chicago
follow, hold the water bottle
My shit'll flowin
Now I'm this poetry in motion like a picure
Read the scripture, understood the New Testament
to blessin it
The shit is like this, where the beat
I give MC's the treatment
They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn't
Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like
Extinction Agenda, Com Sense'll send a-nother
Mothafucker to the bathroom, he didn't have to shit on the mic
That I had, like the nigga Com Sense, I don't need a pad
Off the dome, my roam/Rome like a Greek
I start to speak, and niggas sound weak/week
Like seven days, I take ya whole days like Tony
been a phony, Express styles like a Pony
Hold ya horses, Com read The Sources
Toss this type of that go straight through, I lost this
One time, it back the rap sunshine
follow me like one time
Check it out nig-- my man is unsigned, ready to get it on
It's this upon the mic yo I sit upon

Monch]
Yo yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe yo
It's not breaks at the bar, even if you a
Wit me and my baby doll you won't go far
I seek the of Allah, the laws I lay
the upper echelon of light display
Funk rap pro, attributed to facts so
Cleverly put, more than a axel
The sad slow nigga much smoother Coltrane
Who can cop beats I chop like cocaine
The effortless wit moves like subtraction
Lip, and admit wit mo' satisfaction
And all the my beats can pile up
More data than X-File all added up
The nigga from Queens, by any means
Servin any fiends, similar to Team
But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the
For niggas who for hip hop
I pop glock and shot and chop spots
top notch cops to bust from a crotch
Positioning, what Absolute, c'mon c'mon kick the dome

The last word was so I get a vision
And makin on top of your cranium
Underground,
the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC's
Who can't across the border
across, the window, not a nympho
Lookin at my man, the Jedi duck when the fly
My man just a picture, so I just snapped it
Lookin at the man who got the in his back shit, the back shit
I shit but it's never like an automatic
I'm causin static just the opposite of Bounce
I get, throwing mad
Look at my man and Stretch
I gotta the beat
I'm never come off weak 'cause is the opposite of strong
I to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken
It's my turn to rhyme
Don't to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy
to write graffiti 'cause I got the burner
You might not get that but you I pass it to my man wit the head wrap
Yo

*talking and to end*